Pain.
It starts at my feet, blooms up my legs,
unfolds in my stomach and moves up my
throat only to explode behind my eyes, inside
my brain, and I scream, but only in my mind, my
useless arms still limp on the armrests, and
I’m so sure he’s going to kill me
but then he smiles.
And then he’s gone.
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